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Some of my former colleagues at the Los Angeles Times, from left, Carlos Lozano, Hector Becerra, Bob Pool and Paul Pringle.

Some of my former colleagues at the Los Angeles Times, from left, Carlos Lozano, Hector Becerra, Bob Pool and Paul Pringle.

It was old home week at the Ravine last night. I went to the game with my friend Debbie, who had gotten two-for-one tickets after asking Mercury Insurance for a quote. We were in the Reserve Level, and we ran into friends everywhere we turned.

First, a bunch of reporters and editors from my old stomping grounds, the L.A. Times, came for a boys’ night, but we crashed their party and were with them for the thrilling 11th inning, when Scott Van Slyke channeled Kirk Gibson and pinch-hit one into the Dodger bullpen, giving the Blue Crew a 5-3 win over the D’backs.

Before that, Debbie and I had roamed the stadium getting different vantage points of the game, but when we finally settled in our own seats, right across the aisle was Gigi, a friend that works at the Downtown Independent, and her husband.

We visited with them for a few innings before heading for my favorite spot, the Top Deck, where my usual homies — the ones who do the very lively Adrian Gonzalez dance (with choreography and everything) — have taken over the top of Section 3. This is a crazy crew of characters, whose only common bond is an undying love of the Dodgers.

These are the Top Deck irregulars: all have had season tickets for years, if not decades; they come to virtually every game, day or night; they know all the security people and ushers on a first name basis. Other than an occasional visit from Steve Lyons, who has friends in Section 1, no big shots come to the Top Deck. You can’t get a glass of wine on the Top Deck, or even a pretzel. There are no tchotchke kiosks, no programs, no “healthy alternative” food choices. But the view — and the company — are unrivaled anywhere in the stadium.

It is the real Dodger fan experience, no “heightening” required. (But thanks to Stan Kasten and company for bringing the bathrooms into the 21st century.)

After a stop at the Top Deck beer stand where my friend Rosa works, we headed back to the Reserve Level and the Times boys to watch the very satisfying — if protracted — dénouement, which left the Dodgers only six from clinching the division title.

Go Dodgers!

Nice photo in The Times by Wally Skalij shows Juan Uribe hitting one of three homers against Arizona.

Nice photo in The Times by Wally Skalij shows Juan Uribe hitting one of three homers against Arizona.

That sneaky third baseman of ours hit three — count ’em, 3! — home runs yesterday to lead the Dodgers to an 8-1 rout of the Arizona snakes and bring the Magic Number down to just 8.

Just think! Only a few months ago we would let out a collective groan when Juan Uribe came to the plate. He was on the bench as then-starter Luis Cruz took the hot corner. But Cruz cooled and went to Yankeeland, and Uribe discovered some languishing ember of greatness and stoked it into a fire. Now he’s one of the best-fielding third basemen in baseball, he’s hitting like a champ, and he even walks a lot more often than before, when he would swing wildly at every pitch he saw.

His story of redemption is rivaled only by that of the team itself. Last year’s miserable finish and this year’s miserable start are ancient history, just as the boos that greeted the ex-Giant Uribe have morphed into standing O’s and curtain calls.

The only bright spot, another Hanley Ramirez home run.

The only bright spot, another Hanley Ramirez home run.

If this is what the postseason is going to look like, don’t get too set on a World Series at Chavez Ravine.

Cincinnati swept the Dodgers with a 3-2 win on Sunday, after two other one-run victories on Friday and Saturday.

It’s not like the Dodgers didn’t stand a chance. They had plenty of opportunities, especially in the 6th and 7th innings. They could have gone ahead and perhaps hung on, but once the Reds brought out the smokin’ Aroldis Chapman to uphold the 2-2 tie in the 9th, our faltering batters were flailing at 100+-mph blurs.

Meanwhile, Don Mattingly turned to Ronald Belisario in the bottom of the 9th, bafflingly unaware of what all Dodger fans know by now: Belisario will give up a run to the first or second batter he faces. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter, because the Dodgers have a four- or five-run lead, but in a tied game? Mattingly lives in a state of denial if he thinks he can bring in Belisario in a tied game.

So here is our losing streak. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Let’s just hope it doesn’t last all month.